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tranquilpetrichor · 10 months

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a heart that still beats

— when in the midst of despair, do you lose all hope?

synopsis: the year is 2080. in a world destroyed by climate change, there is only one hope left for safety, and of course it is one exploited by the rich and famous—make it to the airships that are fueled by oxygen on earth. unfortunately, you are neither, but you are a skilled mechanic who is separated from your companion by yet another flood.

lonely, bitter and lost, you eventually find a purpose in being the mechanic for 10 boys that have an ambitious plan to shut off the machines that fuel the cities above the earth, being welcomed as one of their own.

but this mission is their most crucial one, one that could cost them their lives. and as you think about your leader, daeyeol, you're inspired by his courage, but very nervous for the upcoming events to transpire.

cast: gn mechanic!reader x daeyeol ft. golden child members and mentions of sf9's youngbin

genre: sci-fi, dystopian!au, end of the world!au, loosely based on golden child’s ra pam pam mv, angst with comfort if you squint

wc: 6.6k (6,674)

warnings: mentions of death, gunshots, blood, flames, pollution, lots of cursing, reader cracks maybe one dirty joke (which is only dirty if you understand it), we get pretty existential here. lmk if i missed anything

a/n: reader has habit of calling everyone older hyung as that's what they've decided they're comfortable with (just y and daeyeol here), ignore the fact that it’s y on the banner LOL this is for aesthetic purposes. there's a few perspective switches near the end, and of course i always end up making the relationship ambiguous. also why is the plot so messy.. ugh i just want to get this fic out. yes this is the second time sf9 youngbin makes a cameo in my fics. i think daeyeol said he had no same age friends and i’m like oh wait who else is a 93 liner? so yeah, enjoy, because this took way too long to do.

[d-7]

you watched and gave a small nod of approval as your rc car (which jangjun had decided to name damdadi for some reason) wheeled across the tiled floor of the hideout. bomin and sungyoon were examining the oxygen tanks, but your main focus was on your tech.

ah, good. it works. and it's quiet too.

damdadi, like your other projects, was carefully crafted, because god knows you couldn’t afford to make any mistakes with your mechanical work—not that you liked to make mistakes with anything anyways. everything you did got a quality check at least twice.

nevertheless, you were nervous about whether the oddly-named damdadi would be able to complete its task of surveillance or not and with the lives of friends on the line, you certainly had no time to lose.

to the side, you picked up yet another rc car (bomin decided he'd name that one genie) and checked if it was in working order, because as a dear friend named youngbin had reminded you long ago, “it’s best to have backup plans in case any bullshit happens.”

"and bullshit will always happen," you finished the phrase easily.

as the phrase came into your mind, you wondered what had happened to him after a flood separated the both of you about a year ago—the occurrence of natural disasters was not uncommon, but that didn't mean it was any less devastating each time one occurred.

god, you remembered it so well. he had gone on a mission to gather supplies for your camp when the flood occurred. from the wreckage, you had emerged confused, tossed around like a ship lost at sea.

then, it turned into denial that he was gone, anger at circumstances you couldn’t have controlled, and then reluctant acceptance that you couldn’t find him. it wasn't like you couldn't survive on your own, but without someone to ground you, you'd be talking into a void of nothingness. still, you didn’t know if anything could fill the even deeper void in your heart.

youngbin said once to you, “loss is inevitable. remember jaeyoon? you know i would have done anything to save him, but i can’t control the fact that the soldier shot him in the damn chest, but i tried my best, and yet the feeling of not being able to save everyone fucking hurts. losing someone you love… ah, fuck. sorry if this was depressing. but if there’s anything i’d prepare you for, it’s that."

inevitable.

that word alone carried so much weight to it.

and from then on, you reminded yourself that nothing is permanent, not even the companionship of a friend. it’s the only way you got yourself through your separation.

after the flood, you were on your own for a while, trying to find youngbin. however, an annoying little shit named jangjun found you after you stole some supplies from a soldiers’ base. apparently he had the same idea.

after this incident, he took you back to meet the other 9 members of the crew you were part of now. although initially reluctant to trust them, you found their company to be likable enough. you assumed the role you always did, finding spare parts that could be repurposed as you always used to do with youngbin.

you knew youngbin and daeyeol were two separate people, but you couldn’t help but see one in the other and think that they might get along. thinking about the two of them together made things so much harder.

thinking about those days, you sighed. you couldn't believe a trip down memory lane could randomly be triggered by one glance at an rc car, but it would be unwise to stay there for too long. of course, you allowed yourself those brief moments of distraction in your memories, and then focused on the task at hand again. it was a reasonable way to live.

yes, you did miss those you had lost, but now was definitely not the time for that.

don't get too distracted. you have work to do. you have to keep going.

despite the gravity of the situation you were in, you couldn’t help but crack a joke in your mind about being good with your fingers as you fiddled with some more machinery. some things never changed, like your less-than-appropriate humor that either got you lighthearted scolding (from sungyoon and daeyeol, and of course, youngbin) or laughs from people who liked your occasional jokes (mostly jangjun, and surprisingly bomin too).

while examining a control panel, you felt a soft tap on your shoulder, which could only possibly belong to one person out of the group you currently lived with—lee daeyeol. he spoke with a gentle tone but it had a sense of authority. “could i talk to you for a second?”

mentally, you prepared for hell because whenever he used that familiar tone, he was being nice but definitely meant business and may the gods help whoever tried to get in his way. “of course, what did you want?”

he placed folded diagrams on the table. "i just wanted to check on your progress on that rc car, although knowing how fast you work i’m guessing you’re almost done. we've finalized a plan about how to shut off the machines.”

ah yes, he was talking about the machines of project aether, or better yet, a way for those with enough money and power to save themselves and leave the poor and helpless to rot. the act of using the oxygen on earth for airships to create a "paradise in the sky" for some while damaging the atmosphere down below made you scratch your head at the backwards logic.

it was starting to get a little sweaty in the room, and you fanned yourself with an old newspaper. "things are going well, dae. this rover should be ready in a few minutes for jaehyun and jibeom to take when they need it. better early than late. you ready to do this?"

he glanced at you, and let out a deep sigh, one filled with what you interpreted to be as deliberation. "it doesn't matter how i feel. this needs to happen soon."

as the leader of the group, daeyeol was required to handle many burdens and although you and the boys were usually with him, no one could never completely understand what was going through his mind. there was a special spark that was required to lead.

sometimes, you wondered how tired he really was, but he didn't like to show that side of him, always wanting to be the helper instead of the helped.

and of course, that reminded you of youngbin, which wasn't such a great path to take your mind to. so you'd put it upon yourself to move on from him, which you had done semi-successfully.

of course, he still had a designated space in your mind, no matter how hard you tried not to think about him.

you put down what you were working on to focus on daeyeol's words, knowing it wouldn't be good for your mind to go off on more tangents today. "alright then, let's go over the plan once more. i figure you want to run through it again. i just need to hear it too."

he nodded and opened one diagram, which you recognized as it was labeled project : aether (floor plan), with a picture of the air machine itself. you remembered researching machinery for that. he pointed to the spot where it said passcode entry point.

"because of you, seungmin and donghyun, we were able to get the password that controls the fuel source of the cities. as you know, we need to enter the password at that location in order to shut the machine off. but we're unsure of the exact situation with guards and their patrol routes, so we're going to send the rovers with the camera attached in order to assess it. the last thing we need is for there to be surprises we didn’t expect.”

he probably hadn't changed any aspects to the plan, but you asked for confirmation. "it's just you going, right?"

"yes. the rest of the group looked uncomfortable with the idea and as concerning as the idea of going alone is, i can't risk anyone else's life.” his lips set in a thin line. "and there's a limited supply of oxygen tanks, anyways."

you let out a humorless chuckle, knowing just how brutal it was out there. "dae, we're clearly not as selfless as you. no one asks to potentially get shot at by assholes in hazmat suits.”

not being able to hide your true thoughts, you quietly added, “and honestly, i’m probably the most selfish of you guys.”

out of the corner of your eye, you saw him frown. "now don’t say that, you help in your own way. you've been invaluable in developing the technology for this mission. remember, nothing goes unnoticed by me."

you still did get a little flustered whenever people mentioned your skill, and you brushed his words off with the lazy swipe of a hand. "oh, i can't take all the credit for this stuff. seungmin helped me a lot." the mentioned guy was currently fiddling with the screen on the wall to make sure it actually worked.

yeah, you knew you were decent at what you did, but it's not like you wanted the spotlight for it, preferring to remain behind the scenes most of the time. to put it simply, you liked working in the shadows and only showing up when necessary to report something.

"you sell yourself short, y/n," he said with an amused grin on his face.

"do i, dae? if you want, i could just start bragging about myself all the time."

he laughed, and oh, how you took the sound in like nourishment. true laughter was hard to come across nowadays, as a lot of things were. "now let's not jump between extremes, okay?"

you made a salute as if you were on some pirate ship. “aye-aye, captain!” damdadi was still turned on, and you maneuvered it next to daeyeol, just to demonstrate the functionality, before turning the power off.

“god, imagine being pirates. we’d be the worst pirate crew ever. imagine trying to wake up bomin and get him to do anything but sleep prettily!”

daeyeol shrugged. "well, i could probably use captain privileges to boss him around, anyways."

"as if! he listens to no one, especially you."

the two of you grinned, sharing a moment. there were times when you forgot that the air was polluted, the rich were assholes and food was hard to find—now was one of those times. it was nice to not think about that for a bit. you were aware however, that the cold reality waited around the corner like a gunman waiting to fire.

you rested your head on his shoulder, an action you had grown more comfortable with gradually after he told you it was okay to do it. it seemed to say a message without words, i don’t know what the future holds, but at least i’m here with you.

daeyeol closed his eyes and spoke his next sentence quietly. “hey, i know i told you guys i’d be prepared for anything and we're aware of how this might end. it might go badly. if i’m honest, it’s been very nerve-wracking to prepare for this. i just wanted to say that i will protect you guys. whatever it takes. i think we have a chance to end this once and for all.”

won't you protect yourself? won't you be selfish too for once? that's all i need. you thought, but didn't say aloud.

you, who never thought you'd shed a tear since getting separated from youngbin, who didn't like getting very sentimental in front of others, embraced daeyeol. "hyung, sometimes i wonder how people like you can exist, so full of hope and all that optimistic stuff. shit, i promise i don't mean it in a bad way, but...” you trailed off.

"it's hard to have hope, right?"

"you could say that."

from the moment you had met him, he had struck you as someone who wouldn’t give up. all of the group did, but especially him. to keep fighting, one had to think that things would get better someday. one needed hope.

he rested one hand on your shoulder, as if he were transferring his wisdom over to you merely by touch. “until the moment i die, i won’t stop having it. it’s the only way we’ll be able to keep pushing through. call me optimistic, but if there seems to be no hope, we have to create it for ourselves. i don't want live hopelessly knowing that i could have tried to make a better future."

you played with a screw in your jacket pocket. "hope's short in supply sometimes, i admit.”

“it is. but all you need is a bit of it to survive.”

you felt your chest rise and fall, acutely aware of your breath. if you really thought about it, it was dangerous to risk it all on one mission, a singular chance to get this right before the soldiers could wipe you all out.

but you thought of the boys you had come to know over months of time, and everything became clearer.

joochan deserved a chance to sing in air that was truly clean. donghyun would get to dance outside without fear of being shot. jibeom and jaehyun could simply mess around with the rc cars you and seungmin made instead of just sending them out into the dangerous world outside their base. most of all, daeyeol would be able to breathe easily (quite literally and metaphorically), after the mission was over.

and of course, you wanted to take that first breath of air with each and every one of them.

hope brought a world of possibilities to think about, so close and yet so far away. it would fuel you, so long as you believed it still existed—and although you didn't really consider yourself as much of an idealist as daeyeol, you needed to be, especially now.

you brought up your hands to your head, which happened to hurt a little, and his voice brought you back to the present.

“hey, y/n, you seem like you’re lost in thought. all good?”

as expected, he can tell what goes on with you.

“just thinking about our upcoming mission. can't help but stay awake...”

he frowned. “it's late, take a rest too. i can't let everyone else in the team deprive themselves of sleep. don't overwork yourself, y/n.”

and before you had known it, he left and came back with a bit of water he had saved. water was difficult to come across but the group was fortunate to have some, so you savored every drop you got to taste. “thank you, daeyeol.”

“always.”

although you continued working, you knew these coming days would be difficult, and later you finally decided to take daeyeol’s advice, eventually letting yourself slip into a dreamlike state on the smooth metal beds.

(you wouldn't have known anyways, but daeyeol glanced at you several times while you were asleep.

you'd be alright, he knew. still, it was nice for him to make sure. he smiled, and got back to work.)

[d-3]

the main room, with all 11 of the crew, wasn’t outwardly panicking, but it contained a nervous energy that simmered and quietly stirred everyone's feelings of anxiety. the crew always worked hard, but this particular week needed everyone's dedication, whether it was finding spare parts, to looking over diagrams, to last minute research.

despite these demands, you were impressed with everyone's resilience.

youngtaek shrugged his shoulders in an attempt to relieve tension. he turned on the medium-sized screen that was inside the hideout, which currently was connected to a phone you and seungmin had built together. "the camera works fine, i see the footage from it showing up.”

you sighed in relief. it was good to know that something worked.

"ow, my feet," jibeom interjected, as damdadi rolled over them.

"alright, thanks youngtaek!" jaehyun grabbed the phone from him and affixed it onto damdadi. he then gestured to jibeom. “come on, let’s go send the rc car to survey the terrain, before y/n does that annoying thing where they yell at us for using their tech all wrong.”

“okay well, you can't just use damdadi to run over jibeom's feet, we got a mission!” you yelled from across the room, where you were working on a drone.

jaehyun smiled innocently at you. "yeah, well it'll be fine and we'll get it done. i think we're very capable. or at least, i am—"

"hey, take that back!" jibeom glared at jaehyun. “i hate you."

the two continued to bicker like children. "okay. jibeom, just so you know, if the guards come and you run too slow, i will be leaving your ass behind!"

these two argue so much, it's almost as if i'm watching a tv sitcom.

"just go already, guys," you said, amused by their antics. "and don't die, of course."

“have a little faith,” jibeom whined. jaehyun laughed at him again, and with the turn of a knob, damdadi rolled to the door with them.

after they left, you went to talk to daeyeol, showing him a few of the drones you had made with seungmin. “i was thinking that i can use these to divert the soldiers' attention so that they're less likely to shoot at you. couldn't hurt, right?”

"hm, good idea, just make sure your drones take a different route to the location. you thought of me that much?" he added, lightly teasing you.

your cheeks warmed slightly, but you kept your face impassive. "well, precautions are necessary, are they not?"

he was serious, but you could sense a bit of amusement coming from him. "they are. you always think ahead, don't you?" and with that, he approved of your addition to the plan.

you let out a sigh of partial relief, and continued to test out another drone.

"just say you love him or something, because even i can tell." seungmin, who had been working next to you muttered this after daeyeol left to wake up bomin. he screwed in another bolt. "you might as well remind him before...."

he doesn't finish the sentence, but he didn't need to. the two of you looked at each other in understanding. survival was never guaranteed in a world as wrecked as this one. he looked away for a second and closed his eyes briefly before continuing to talk.

"never mind. anyways, let's just keep working—we're making good progress. after this, we'll have 4 drones to use. it’s always useful to have something that flies, i suppose."

you obliged, figuring it would be better to shut up and just continue doing what you were always good at—attempting to ignore anything not related to your job. but seungmin's words still lingered and you would do anything to get them out.

later, seeing a frightened jibeom and a tired jaehyun return with news that a soldier had captured the rc car was enough to make you quietly simmer with rage (it was precious technology, after all), but you were almost thankful for the feeling.

at least you still felt something.

[d-day]

this was going to be rather interesting.

lee daeyeol was not supposed to be scared—or at least, he was not supposed to show it. in fact, he was the one whom people looked to for comfort, strength, guidance, and sacrifice (even if no one would say it aloud). if he looked scared, it would set the tone for this mission. who would believe in them? in their cause?

so he shouldered his burden of shutting off the machines of project: aether with calm determination, trying to steady himself despite his accelerating heart rate and the vague feeling of the world swaying beneath his feet. “i’m going out the route we discussed. send the drones out a different exit and wait for the radio signal from me to go up. if something unexpected happens, only one of you should check first."

"got it. stay safe, hyung." sungyoon checked daeyeol's oxygen's tank one last time, sighing to himself.

daeyeol looked to you, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "do you have the ring?"

you wordlessly got up to grab daeyeol's ring from the table, and watched as he slipped it on carefully. the piece of jewelry was special for him, as it was a gift from a childhood friend he had kept for his whole life.

to him, it signified many things, but he could never deny the fact seeing the ring gave him hope.

your voice was soft yet full of conviction as you gave him words of reassurance. "stay strong. we'll be waiting. but even if you don't return, i want to thank you, for everything. i love you, in every sense of the word."

daeyeol closed his eyes. you weren't usually the sentimental type.

it was times like this where he found it hard to walk away. if he let his heart take over, he would stay safe with you against the harsh reality of the world. but he knew that first, he had to carry out his plan.

he extended his arms towards you, pulling you into a tight hug. "you as well, y/n. remember, i'll be with you, always."

he double-checked the levels in his oxygen tank, affirming that they were alright. now, it really was time to go.

"if you don't stay safe, hyung, i'll kick your ass all the way to the sky," jangjun yelled.

"got it," he said, a small grin on his face. of course jangjun would be the one to joke around.

and with that, he turned away, walking towards the entrance of your hideout with conviction. the doors opened, and he stepped out, leaving behind the people he loved most. it would be painful for him to turn around now, and so he chose not to.

at least, if he thought of his team, full of people he wanted to give the world to, he had something tangible to fight for.

as daeyeol left, the 10 of you stared at the door and no one dared say a thing, for fear of it being wrong, but a distinct sigh came from bomin, who could not hide his frustration as the youngest. that's when you knew it was time to do your part, just as daeyeol would do his.

slightly trembling, you got into position and used the camera on the one of the drones to help examine its surroundings and navigate it through the twists and turns of the hide out.

sungyoon, much to everyone’s surprise, stood up a minute later. “i'm not letting him do this alone. lee daeyeol, i swear if you go alone at this point.."

"take care, hyung," bomin said.

he nodded in response.

you buried your head in your hands. it's not like you needed his life at risk too. but sungyoon could be rather stubborn at times, and you weren't trying to argue with him at a time like this.

besides, it's not like he couldn't handle himself out there.

he went to grab an oxygen tank, put its heavy weight on his back, and exited the hideout. but with his running skills, the team knew he would catch up to daeyeol soon enough.

outside, the chemicals in the air gave the impression that everything was a fatal orange, the orange that burned from that pillar of fire daeyeol saw in the distance. it seemed like it would burn straight to his soul and consume him.

but daeyeol found he could run faster than even he anticipated, fueled by a fire of his own.

above the flames, the floating paradise of the rich taunted him, as if they were situated in the heavens and looking down upon people like him, those who couldn't make it up there with what they had in their pockets.

those who were left to perish amongst the ashes.

daeyeol kept going.

unbeknownst to him, sungyoon was making his way over, navigating past abandoned trailers and trying not to alert the presence of any guards—he was quite aware of their patrol routes now.

after a few minutes, he found daeyeol, whispering, “hyung. i’m here."

the older boy looked over in surprise. "now that i think about it, i'm not surprised."

sungyoon's presence had revitalized him completely, a blessing that he wasn't to take lightly. daeyeol gave sungyoon a nod of acknowledgment, and they headed for the passcode entry point together.

as they did, a group of 3 soldiers ran across an elevated ledge.

"we gotta go!" dayeol exclaimed, pointing upwards. they sprinted towards the tower that felt so close, and yet, was still feet away.

a bullet punctured sungyoon's oxygen tank, and the hiss of air leaking out could be heard.

shit, daeyeol thought. he needed to do something, and quick.

they took cover some medium-sized storage crates as he removed his oxygen mask and put it over sungyoon's face, transferring the tank as well.

then, covering his mouth, he ran as fast as he could towards the tower. only a few feet away the tower, the soldiers shot him in the back. and yet he ran, bleeding through his denim jacket.

he inputted the correct code into the security screen.

3-2-6-4.

as sungyoon rushed over to him, daeyeol pushed the lever to shut off the tower off with all of his remaining strength. the pillar of fire emerging from the tower's base shut off, and the smoke in the area began to dissipate.

"you really did it, hyung." sungyoon said, looking around in awe. he sat beside daeyeol. the older boy smiled back.

i can rest, at least sungyoon is fine. no one else had to suffer.

he blinked several times to try and stay awake as sungyoon took off his vest, pressing lightly against one of daeyeol's wounds.

a few minutes earlier...

back at the base, your body felt frozen, except for your fingers, which were the only thing moving. it was quite difficult to steer a drone with the intense weather conditions outside and turmoil within you. but this was your responsibility, and you had to carry it out to the end.

"maybe a little higher," you muttered to yourself as the drone continued to fly. there was a smaller phone next to you, which allowed you to see out of the tiny camera on the drone. seungmin, tag and bomin had drones too.

“i see guards.” seungmin said sharply. “oh wait, i think daeyeol and sungyoon are in the distance too.”

jangjun spoke up. "okay, i'm going up to the warehouse building. i just need to safely observe what's happening outside in case your drones go down."

"someone, hand him a radio! i only have mine." seungmin yelled. "and remember, keep yourself hidden."

donghyun gave the remote to jangjun, who thanked him and left the base quickly.

amidst the chaos, you continued to maneuver the drone, trying to stay in control. the guards appeared to aim their guns in the general direction of the tower, which was where daeyeol and sungyoon were headed to.

you knew the guards were mostly there to prevent people like you guys from shutting off all the technology rich people had paid for. disgusting and vile.

“ah, shit, gotta steer away from there,” you muttered, your hand grasping the right controller stick. the drone flew slightly off to the side, and from what you could make out, the direction some of the guns were firing in changed.

oh god. there's a ton of soldiers. damn.

in all honesty, what happened next was chaos. a few of the screens lost connection. on a screen that was still intact, you saw blood, or at least, you thought you did.

the world blurred around you, but then came into focus again, but you knew that you couldn't collapse, not now. thankfully, your bottle had some water left.

"something's wrong," you say, fidgeting with your hands.

"of course something is wrong!" seungmin said, groaning. "what the hell is happening?"

youngtaek observed the surrounding area through his drone, but soon he had to find somewhere to land it, making sure it was well out of view before doing so.

he groaned shortly after. "great, the camera on the drone is almost dead. but from what i was able to see outside, i can tell someone shot sungyoon and daeyeol as they were headed over. i don't think they'll be coming back soon," he remarked. "so, maybe three to five of us should go out and help. we'll need to treat any wounds."

"do we even have enough medical supplies for this?" you asked, your mind racing. you began to sort through the stuff in the emergency backpack, making sure you could pack as much as possible.

shit. are daeyeol and sungyoon going to die? damn it, those two—

your thoughts were interrupted because over the radio, jangjun’s voice resounded, loud, clear and... somewhat excited? “come. look outside. i can't fucking believe it! we’ll finally be able to breathe the fucking air! you gotta see for yourselves! oh my god... is this real?”

his voice got faint, so you assumed he was busy staring at the sky, and how could you blame him?

everyone looked at each other with shock and disbelief. it's been a while since you've stared out the windows of the warehouse, but whenever you did, it was always the same—a sea of orange and the menacing presence of security drones. seeing something different would be a relief, a sign that daeyeol had gotten the job done after all.

still, you didn't want to be get too excited.

seungmin spoke into the radio. "alright, be there soon, hyung, but we have to go check on daeyeol and sungyoon afterwards. by the way, stop cursing so much, you potty-mouth.”

you heard a crackling sound before he responded, “fuck no.”

ha, he certainly is something.

afterwards, you took the radio, greeting jangjun with a laugh.

"hey, jangjun! is the air really as clear as you say it is?" you said, rolling your eyes. "you get fired up so easily and exaggerate. how do we tell you're not just messing with us?"

jangjun sighed once, one of those sassy why-don't-you-listen-because-i'm-right type of sighs. "just look at the damn sky before you come out, okay? i took off my mask and it felt okay, but don't take my word for it. bring the surgical masks if you're really worried."

you shrugged. "we'll be there. but let's be careful."

then, talking to the rest of the team, you said, "help me grab medical supplies and weapons. once we meet jangjun and get outside, we have to make sure there are no soldiers or drones."

"alright, i'll go ahead with jaehyun to go check on daeyeol and sungyoon and give them necessary medical attention," youngtaek said.

you found a pistol and picked it up. "got it."

"found the surgical masks!" jaehyun exclaimed.

everyone headed out, feeling mixed emotions of fear and anticipation. bomin was by your side. “y/n, will it be okay?”

to be honest, you weren’t the greatest at comforting people, but you tried your best. he was the youngest, and although you knew he was an adult and could handle himself, you still had a bit of a parental instinct.

“i don’t know. i trust that they did their job. we can have a bit of hope, can’t we?”

“yeah. i guess we can.” his breathing became steadier, and you were grateful.

soon enough, you were ascending the steps of what used to be functional escalators. light shone through the tinted glass ceiling, so oddly colored and dirtied that it was difficult to tell what life was like on the outside.

jangjun was leaning against a column, his gaze turned towards a sky that was finally more blue than orange for the first time, devoid of the flame tower in the air that everyone had grown so accustomed to.

you walked beside him, quietly waiting for him to acknowledge your presence. while continuing to stare, he shook his head rapidly, as if trying to wake up from a dream. "i still can't believe it. damn. it seemed like yesterday that there were drones swarming outside the window."

you laughed. "believe what? that we're alive? that this stupid machine is off? that the sky is blue?"

"all of it."

it was rare to see jangjun's contemplative side, but it was certainly present right now. you weren't sure that you believed it either. maybe you dreamt this entire incident up too. unless anyone said otherwise, though, this was real.

you shrugged. "well, there's been crazier things in this world."

"you're damn right about that."

the crew talked quietly amongst themselves, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere that was established by the strange stillness outside the window.

"i think we should go out now." seungmin said to the group, still in a state of shock.

everyone walked out towards an outside balcony where people probably used to hang out long before you were alive. apparently there was a time when the outside air wasn't so dangerous.

as you stepped out of the building, you found a place to stand. after a few minutes, you felt comfortable removing your mask.

you took a breath in, slowly. then, you exhaled. surprised at how easy and yet difficult it was, you repeated the action. it wasn't perfect air—the atmosphere would probably never return to 100% normal—but it was certainly something.

you tried to spot the telltale red lights of enemy drones, but you couldn't find any, to your shock.

there'd be no point in sending them anyways, you surmised. the job's been done.

of course, your heart felt conflicted with the absence of sungyoon and daeyeol, especially the latter. you'd need to check on them soon, just to see how they were doing in person.

you leaned against a white ledge, alone with your thoughts for just a second.

it'll be okay. surely, they'll be okay, you thought, trying to be optimistic.

and yet, there was still a part of you that wondered if you would find their lifeless bodies. but even that would be better than not finding them at all.

that's highely unlikely, of course you'll find them.

you looked at joochan, who had found a place beside you. he was humming softly. the two of you weren't as close (hey, it was hard to get to know the ten others in your crew equally), but you knew he loved music and saw it as his life. through song, you felt as though you understood whatever emotions he wanted to convey.

"wow, i think i'm dreaming," he says, his words riding softly on the breeze. "i never really understood why people sang songs about blue skies until now."

you laughed, despite yourself. "you're not the first to think that we're dreaming. maybe we'll wake up in a few minutes. but for now, this is our reality."

you heard youngtaek's voice over the walkie talkie in your hand. "daeyeol was shot in the back, so he's our priority right now. sungyoon's not in critical condition, but he does have a few bruises and needs to rest as well. make sure you secure the area you're in—we'll let you know when we're done here."

conversation broke out amongst the group.

"why did he do this by himself again?"

"i can't believe it..."

"hyung, you really are crazy for doing this."

meanwhile, you tried to process the news yourself. you weren't doubtful of youngtaek and jaehyun's medical capabilities, but after hearing about this, you knew that it would take a while for him to heal.

you told the group that you were going to go check how sungyoon and daeyeol were faring while they finished scanning the area.

after crossing between a maze of storage crates and covering a long stretch of flat land, you finally made it to the base of the tall tower.

despite all of the hardships you had been through, the sight of the tower without a flame made you smile, even if just for a second.

you spotted daeyeol sitting on the stone floor, his back against the control panel and sungyoon beside him. jaehyun and youngtaek were busy giving them medical treatment. they were obscured on two sides by large crates, which was good.

you were glad sungyoon and daeyeol had survived, but you couldn’t stand to see them in pain, especially your leader.

it only made you feel like you had failed as a companion in protecting him.

first, you talked to sungyoon, who seemed to have a few bruises and was panting heavily, but otherwise, seemed to be alright. he stood up

"i'm glad the two of you weren't alone," you said to him.

sungyoon nods. "he says he can do things alone, and although it's probably true, i wanted to be by his side."

you think of youngbin, and how you lost him. the feeling of deep loyalty isn't unfamiilar to you.

"i... understand."

you wish you were still by youngbin's side.

"here's some water," jaehyun said to sungyoon. luckily, he was able to drink on his own.

next, you looked over at daeyeol, whose eyes were set in a solemn gaze.

on closer inspection, you examined blood trickling from several places in his body. you hated seeing him like this, wanting to give him whatever strength you had.

you approached him slowly, not wanting to overwhelm him. “hi, daeyeol. how are you holding up?”

his response came in slow, short sentences. “i'm fine, for now. need… water. it’s good... to see you, y/n.”

you pulled an extra bottle of water out of your bag and slowly poured it in his mouth. you weren't the medical authority amongst your team, but you knew it wouldn't be good if he was required to move, considering the fact that he had been shot.

“it's good to see you too.” you laid a hand on his shoulder and continued speaking softly. you wanted to envelop him in a bone-crushing hug, but you were sure there'd be time for that when he was fully healed.

when, not if, right?

“i know you're probably thinking about the next step in all this, but.." you hesitated. "let us take care of you a while longer. you've already done so much for us."

he laughed, the sound strained. "i won't do anything drastic, don't worry."

you sat down in front of him, fingertips inches away from his. suddenly, you were a little tired as well. "please, let me know if there's anything that you need.

daeyeol took your hand. "you're here... for me, that's enough."

the golden ring on his hand glimmered in the sunlight. he said it reminded him of many things—your team, as his duty as a leader, the memories you've all shared.

you had always been more of a realist. youngbin was too, accepting that things were the way they were, and taught you that there wasn't much you could do except try to survive another day and solve things practically.

but daeyeol taught you something too, that hope was something that could be cultivated, even in the face of struggle. you took a glance at your friends, feeling a weight lift off of your shoulders.

no, problems weren't going to magically disappear. wounds took time to heal. work still needed to be done. you could lose it all at any moment. it was scary, to not know what came after this moment.

but as long as you had a heartbeat, as long as you were alive, you could have hope, even if it was faint.

"yes," you said, gazing at the endless sky above you. "it's enough."

taglist: @restlessmaknae

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golchahrs · 2 years

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[10:49 am] jaehyun is trying his hardest, but you can still see the unshed tears glistening in the corners of his eyes. a pout graced his face, and if he wasn’t upset, you would be cooing over him.

“baby, it’s okay,” you reassured him as you applied ointment to the bug bites that unfortunately was all over his face.

“but they’re ugly,” he grumbled, upset that out of all the places he could’ve gotten bitten, it was his face. they were swelling, uncomfortable, and ugly and he hated it. how unfortunate can he be?

“at least they’re not itchy,” you reasoned, peeling open a bandage. he shrugged halfheartedly.

his pout didn’t go away when you put on the last bandage, so you leaned forward and kissed one.

jaehyun recoiled slightly, and you couldn’t help yourself but kiss another bandaged spot.

he whined, pushing you away.

“stoppp, i don’t—”

“feel pretty? no! i’ll show you you are pretty even if your face is a little messed up right now!” you declared, finally pushing yourself onto him to litter his face in kisses.

“hey!” jaehyun protested between laughs, swatting at your arms and leaning away. “i thought you were trying to make me feel better.”

“i am!” you chirped, placing another kiss near his eyebrow. “but—”

“actually, i don’t want to hear it,” jaehyun decided, knowing you were going to tease him about the bites. instead, it was his turn to lean in a give you a chaste peck on the lips.

with his eyes still closed, he whispered, “thanks for patching me up.”

you smiled. “of course. and you’ll always be beautiful in my eyes. today was just an unlucky and unfortunate day.”

#golden child #golcha #gncd #golden child imagines #golden child scenarios #golden child blurb #golden child fluff #bong jaehyun #jaehyun #bongjae #*kisses #sorry if this was kind of a weird set up #but i’m currently suffering from SEVEN bug bites on my face (one got on my eyelid AND THIS ISNT EVEN THE FIRST TIME)#so i feel really ugly rn and ugh 😭🫠 just my luck you know 💀

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blossom-hwa · 2 years

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inspired by too many red thread of fate fics on ao3. sue me. inspiration post here (flowers changed from amaranthus to camellias), the title is the same as the k-drama but they’re completely unrelated

wc: 946 ~ sungyoon x gender neutral!reader ~ soulmate!au (red thread of fate), hanahaki!au ~ triggers: blood ~ golden child masterlist

for @thepixelelf (our war will never be over)

~ Love hurts.

[ when the camellia blooms ] “Don’t.”

The word sounds more like a rasp than your voice. You’re half certain that’s the reason why Sungyoon stops speaking and not the command itself.

It feels a little like a scene out of a sitcom. Or a drama, maybe. That would probably match the mood a little more. For some reason, though, the sight of Sungyoon staring so wide-eyed with his mouth half open makes you feel a hysterical little giggle rising in your throat.

Of course, with the giggle comes the tickle of petals, too.

Jangjun shifts from where he sits next to your pristine white bed, eyes narrowing out of the corner of your vision. You can feel the weight of his gaze even though it isn’t directed at you, but at the boy you stopped short with a single word. Fury. Anger. Misguided, very misguided considering your actions and the fact that Sungyoon knows nothing, knew nothing, was always supposed to know nothing until you got yourself landed in the hospital with flowers and blood choking your throat.

Damn love. Damn flowers. Damn camellia petals you keep flushing down toilets and hiding in napkins. Damn symbol of everything you lost when you snipped the red thread with those silver sharp scissors, a love that you could never forget but that you will never attain.

Against your will, you look down at your pinky where the thread hangs limp, slightly frayed at the end where your silver scissors snipped it. It takes every effort not to glance at Sungyoon’s finger, where you know you’ll find a second unraveled string to match.

“Don’t,” you repeat, and it comes out a little clearer this time after you cough several soft, white flowers onto the sheets. “Don’t tell me I should try, Sungyoon. I’ve heard that from too many people.” You look at him, tearing his gaze away from the red-tinged pure white blooms. When he meets your eyes, a little bit of sick satisfaction swells in your chest to see shame in them.

Out of the corner of your eye, Jangjun clears the petals away without a word. You’ll never not be grateful for him, the best friend you needed when the universe decided your secret had to be spilled to the world, the unrequited love in your heart blossoming into camellias that tickle your throat.

Not the best friend from birth whose thread you cut out of love, leaving your heart to show its blood in the red string dangling from your finger.

The sick satisfaction turns truly sick at the thought though, leaving behind none of the guilty happiness at the thought of Sungyoon understanding your pain barely, just barely. He was your best friend. Still is - one of them, at least. None of this can erase the years you spent together because none of it is his fault. He didn’t know. He wasn’t supposed to know.

All he did was fall in love, just like you did.

“But - why?” Sungyoon finally asks, voice barely above a whisper. You look him in the eyes and they’re watering, reddened with tears, and again your heart twinges and your throat tickles at the reminder that he does love you, does care for you and always has, just not in the way that the universe intended him to and now you’re paying the consequences for thwarting fate -

A round of coughs convulses your body, a shower of blood-spotted petals and flowers falling from your lips as Jangjun pats your back sharply once, twice, three times. When you finally look up, wiping blood and spit from the corners of your lips, the tears have begun to roll down Sungyoon’s face.

“He loves someone,” you say, and it isn’t a lie. Not like every excuse you’ve thrown his way recently to get out of seeing him, to avoid the gentle tickle of deadly flowers growing in your throat. It’s clear that it’s the truth by how easy it is to say - it’s always been hard to lie to Sungyoon, after all. “I won’t interfere with that.”

Sungyoon doesn’t say it, not really. But you can see the question form on his tongue anyway, never really moving past his lips but staying there, loud and clear even in the silence of the stale air.

Why?

“Because I love him.” It’s so easy to confess your love when Sungyoon doesn’t know the him in your words means him, the boy sitting in front of you and returning your gaze. “And I would do anything for him to be happy.”

Next to you, Jangjun takes your hand and squeezes it once.

“Even if it hurts you?”

A sudden jolt shudders through your body and you convulse once more, coughing and coughing even though nothing but bloody spittle falls from your lips. Jangjun pounds your back harshly as you double over and cough, cough, cough - but nothing’s coming out and as both boys start to call your name you think that this really is the end, you’re going to die now without having given Sungyoon the answer he needs -

Something finally falls from your lips, white and blurred by the tears of pain watering in your eyes. You choke out another round of coughs, the taste of blood on your tongue, before wiping the tears away enough to see it.

Trembling fingers pick up the spotless white camellia, completely devoid of any scarlet tinge. Even under the sharp fluorescent lights of the hospital room, it looks beautiful.

You smile. It must look gruesome, the corners of your lips still lightly stained red.

“Love hurts,” you say.

A drop of blood falls on the clean white petals.

If you enjoyed, please don’t forget to reblog and leave a comment to tell me what you thought! Thank you for reading and have a lovely day <3

(1 reblog = 1 prayer for me bc there’s no way there won’t be retaliation for this)

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pocket-scenarios · 4 years

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# 1, 2 and 9 Drabble game with Golden Child’s Jibeom and Verivery’s Dongheon

Jibeom:

(Admin: Sxng, fun fact: Jibeom is my golcha bias. Also, I know in both of these I did not do the “you take them back to your place part” I’m sorry.)

Word count: 193

1: They get drunk & you take them back to your place

2: They confess their feelings for you.

9: Your ex calls and they answer.

Leaving a drunk Jibeom alone was your mistake. You should have expected him to pick up whatever call came up on your phone, even if that call was from your ex-boyfriend. You could hear his muffled voice from the bathroom, but you could not tell who he was talking to or what he was saying until you opened the door.

“Of course it matters to me, I like her,” Jibeom stammers.

You freeze, hand on the bathroom door handle, you hate that your heart rate increases from his drunken confession, that he will most likely forget by the morning.

“Who are you talking to?” You ask, despite being fully aware that it is your ex.

“Your ex,” Jibeom murmurs, lowering his phone to his lap, the call still going.

“Did you mean it?” You inquire, glancing at your phone.

“Mean what?”

“That you like me,” you reach for your phone, pulling it from his hand with ease.

“Of course.”

Jibeom mumbles, you end the call, standing up from the couch again, pushing his head. Jibeom whines, falling onto the side of the couch, sighing.

“Stop being dramatic, confess to me when you’re sober.”

Dongheon:

Word Count: 234

Same numbers

You did not expect Dongheon to drink as much as he did when you invited him over. You did make sure to tell Hoyoung that he will not be going back to the dorms; you do not want to fight to get him into a car.

“Y’N,” Dongheon calls out to you.

You hum, scrolling through your phone, only half paying attention to him.

“Don’t you know that I like you?” He pauses, “I’ve been making it so obvious.”

You are taken aback by his confession, but before you can think too much into it, your phone rings. Dongheon takes your phone from your hand with ease, answering the call. You lean back on your couch, sighing, crossing your arms over your chest.

“She’s next to me,” Dongheon murmurs, suddenly sounding much soberer than he did seconds ago.

You chuckle only half listening to what he is saying, you have been planning to block your ex-boyfriend, so you just let Dongheon drunkenly ramble to him. You reach for Dongheon’s phone, entering his password, deciding to scroll through his twitter feed while he entertains himself in conversation with your ex.

“Here,” Dongheon tosses your phone, it lands in your lap.

You lay his phone in between the two of you, picking your phone up.

“Did he hang up?”

“Yeah.”

You laugh, shaking your head.

“I meant it when I said I like you.”

“I know.”

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sunkissedtaek · 4 years

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Boyfriend!TAG

If you date with Youngtaek probably :

literally a bit shy and flustered at the first time

he can't take pickup line just don't...

"Hey, Youngtaek! How can your eyes are full of stars?"

"But my eyes can't contain the stars..."

or he will be laugh in nervous because hE ACTUALLY DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO REPLY YOUR PICKUP LINE

showing you his works (music arragement, lyrics, dance cover, etc)

giving you honest compliments about your works

sometimes he can be savage but you just love to tease him

esp. teasing him with pickup line lmaaoo

not typical clingy person but he love skinship like pinch your cheeks, back hugs, cupping your face, holding hand or kiss your nose gently

sending you a tons of his selca

he prefer do call or meet with you than texting

suddenly talking to you with random topic

"Do you know why Pluto is not a planet anymore?"

he loves to make "deep conversation" with you before go to bed

if he busy, he almost never text you about 3 days but will give you long essay that he really loves you and sorry for not being a best boyfriend for you

your heart just being warm and sending a lot of compliments and sweet words to him to not worry about anything because he did everything well and makes you feel happy

his heart is sensitive and soft, probably he will speechless with your words and only can say "thank you, i love you."

silently jealous in public, but going straightforward to you after back to home

"Next time, I don't want to bring you at the party. I don't like to see you surrounded by so many boys in front of me because you looks so pretty tonight."

#Golden Child #golden child scenario #golden child imagine #gncd scenario #gncd imagine #TAG #Son Youngtaek #GNCD #golcha scenario #Youngtaek

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angelic-jeonghan1004 · 2 years

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[9:54 p.m] || Sungyoon

Request: can i request timestamp [9:54 p.m] with sungyoon + sweet kisses ?

I'm so sorry I'm getting to this so late I can't tell if I already did it and it's just buried and I never put it on my Masterlist or just completely forgot to but none the less here is this legit months or maybe a year late to which I’m so sorry but note I love you as one of my fave goldenness readers I hope you’re well <3

[9:54 p.m]

Sungyoon laid down with his arm propped up on the mattress that held his upper body up. You laid next to him, tucking strand of hair behind his ear taking the time to analyze his face for as long as you could. Your dear boyfriend got nervous under this form of attention so he decided to tease you in hopes your ears would turn as red as his.

“You’re in love with me aren’t you? You cant stop staring”

“Oh shut up” You said with a small laugh starting to feel warm by the playful aroma.

“Only if you kiss me”

His *not so* annoying teasing had you unable to handle his flirty comment but you happily obliged. Slowly pampering his face with kisses all over his face that you were not less then a minute ago analyzing the same face.

#sungyoon scenarios #sungyoon imagines #sungyoon x reader #golden child sungyoon #daeyeol x reader #jangjun x reader #seungmin x reader #youngtaek x reader #jibeom x reader #jaehyun x reader #joochan x reader #bomin x reader #donghyun x reader #golden child x reader #golden child fluff #golden child imagines #gncd fluff #gncd scenarios #gncd imagines

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key201303 · 3 years

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First Date with Golden Child

Pairing: Golden child x reader

Genre: fluff, crack (?)

Warnings: this is just fiction and just a fic from my point of view so some of the scenarios described in here might not be what you expect it to be. This is just for fun ❤

With all of this being said, I hope you enjoy it ❤❤

THE PICS OF THIS POST ARE NOT MINE, CREDITS TO THE RIGHT OWNERS ❤

Taglist -> @staysstrays @ailoveyuta (let me know if you want to be added!)

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Daeyeol

I don't really know why but I see Daeyeol as a very simple guy.

Of course he wants your first date to be special but he doesn't want something too extravagant

Will insist a lot on picking you up from home or class or from wherever you were at the moment

Kind of spontaneous the way he asked you out on your first date though

He's simple but the boi also likes to make random plans at the moment so it feels more exciting

If you are busy and tell him that you can't go on that date, he will try his best to convince you to leave whatever you're doing and go with him because he just misses you that much.

Will convince you when he lets you know he'll take you to your favorite cafe

That one you have been mentioning ever since you met him

All smiles as soon as his eyes land on you

I bet you have never in your life seen someone as happy as he was when he saw you

Makes sure to make you feel all the love he has for you

Caresses the back of your hand softly as you both share an iced coffee

Will complain a little if the ice melted too fast making the coffee taste a bit weird.

"I bet this date is much funnier than whatever you had to do today. After all I'm your favorite man, right?"

Sungyoon (Y)

The boy is a well grown up man with a big stomach

Needs to be fed loads of food to be happy

So what a better first date than paying a visit to his favorite restaurant?

Not like you would complain though

I mean, you love food as much as he does and to be honest there's nobody else on this world you would rather spend a day more than with him

Doesn't want to eat breakfast so he can eat more food

You lowkey scold him but end up doing the exact same thing just because you also want to eat a lot

Just to be called hypocrite, but what you gonna do about it? 🤷‍♀️

The waiter will look at you both with wide eyes when you ordered all the food

While Sungyoon looked all proud for all the food he just ordered

You couldn't help smiling at the view of his happy face as soon as the waiter started to bring the food

Get ready to get your heart melted by a happy bunny

Will get really excited about the date he won't be able to choose where he could start

Wants to feed you because he says he has seen it in movies and seems to be really romantic

And after a few minutes of trying to convince you, you finally give in knowing that discussion was going nowhere

"You look like a hamster, you're so cute!" / "Said the bunny boy 🙄."

Jangjun

Oh boi

We all know how random Jangjun can be

And we all know how extra this kid can get

But to be honest I feel like he would be really nervous and shy for the first date

Yes I'm a simp for shy Jangjun, don't mind me 💀

He had tons of ideas for your first date but in his opinion, all of them were a bit too much for the first date

He wanted to give you a good image before showing you how random and extra he could be

So after a long time of thinking, he came to the conclusion of inviting you over for a sleepover was the best option

Chill and a relaxing Netflix session with you between his arms sounded so good

Wearing his clothes are a must, doesn't matter if you have brought your own pyjamas

The boy needs to see you wearing something from his wardrobe so he can believe you're his s/o

You would be a little shy in the very beginning to be honest

But he would be his goofy self as soon as you arrived, making you feel like you were home

Lots of jokes and laughs were filling his room

He would even throw a few pick up lines from time to time

Ends up being his random and extra self halfway of the date, making you laugh uncontrollably and love him even more

Because who are we trying to lie? He can be all the random and extra shit as he wants that we will love him quite a lot

Best moment of the night would definitely be you both wearing sheet face masks

You a normal one and he a panda one

"You look like a pillow with that thing on your face."

Youngtaek (Tag)

Nervous af

I don't really know why but Yougntaek gives me that kind of vibe of shy boy when it comes to dating someone

He would want everything to be perfect and struggles a lot to find a good option for your perfect first date

Will be very oblivious when he asks you what would be your perfect first date like

So far, he has learnt that you like nature quite a lot and walking so he has decided that could be a pretty cool first date

Just like Daeyeol, he would insist a lot on picking you up from wherever you were

If you just got out of class or you had to drag some bags or something, he would also insist on being him the one carrying them

Such a gentleman

Would hesitate a lot to grab your hand in his though he tried multiple times to give you the hint to grab his hand

Unfortunately, you were too busy admiring the surroundings to notice his small and insignificant hints

And he'll have to end up asking you if he could grab your hand while walking

His cheeks and ears turning into a light red the moment his skin entered in contact with yours

Would end up calming down a bit when he saw you were completely comfortable with his hand on yours and would finally be the Youngtaek we are all used to see

Will complain a lot about the bugs

But ends up with a happy smile whenever he saw how much you loved your first date

"You know what? Forget all the complaints, this is worth enough if I get to see you this happy."

Seungmin

Oh boi 2.0

Your first date with Seungmin wasn't even supposed to be a date in the very beginning

He just asked you to go with him to the studio because he was scared

Remember that VLive in which he was singing a Sam Kim's song and the computer broke? Exactly, after that day nothing was the same for him

He swore he wasn't scared of it and that he knew there wasn't any ghosts taking over the computer to fool him

But even though he claimed to be so brave and cool with it, he wouldn't let go of your hand in the entire day

You tried to open Spotify a few times to make the atmosphere a bit more romantic with some music while you both shared a delicious meal

But he stopped you from doing so every single time

The boi has a trauma for the rest of his life, please protect him 🤧

Doesn't even let you go alone to the bathroom because you leaving alone means him staying alone in that room and that was definitely a big no no for him

Will walk with you wherever you had to go so he didn't have to stay alone in that room with that computer

Lowkey you want to prank him but you know he can end up with a heart attaack or hating you for the rest of his life if you did so

You can't help laughing at his frightened figure, making him whine quite a lot

"I said I'm not scared! I swear I'm not a coward, it's just I want to be with you as much as I can because I love you so much."

excuses

Jaehyun

A normal and beautiful first date

It all started when you got out of class before you thought you would and asked him if he was down for a coffee during his break time

None of you tohught about it as a first date since you were best friends before you started dating

It really felt like any other day you both went to grab some coffee together and shared some gossip

But this time, unlike the rest of the times you have done that, his hand was grabbing yours and drawing random patrons on the back of your hand as he told you some new drama from the company

His husky voice was a plus that made you feel even better

Yes I'm a simp for Jaehyun's husky voice, don't mind me 💀

To be honest, it was a pretty short date because of his schedule

BUT he would stay in there with you until the last second, probably arriving late because he couldn't let go of your hand that easily

Tells you to pick him up in 3h to go get dinner together once he was done with practice

Make sure to keep it as a secret if you don't want the rest of the boys to tag along

"I swear I will kill them if they decide to tag along, I just want to have some time alone with you."

Jibeom

Autumn dates are a must for this kid

He would say he just loves the chilly weather more than the hot weather

But that was just a stupid excuse to just grab your hands in his to make them warmer

Also loves to walk around for hours with you

Just enjoying each other's presence

Will make you laugh a lot, specially if you feel down for any reason

Feels shy about doing Jaehyun's aegyo impression and the plastic chicken thing

Doesn't even know how could you know about those useless talents at all

Will kill whoever told you about them but not before doing both of them just to see you laugh

He claims your laugh to be music to his ears

The boy loves you so damn much 🤧

If you're wearing a sweater or a jersey, he would pull the paws of it down just for you to wear soft sweater paws

Literally an angel and the softest fluffball you will ever see

"You look so cute with the sweater paws. I could get used to this."

Donghyun

Secret dinner date at the one and only restaurant the boys don't know about

Not because he is ashamed of dating you or because he wants to hide your relationship

Actually he really loves showing off the two of you in front of the boys

But he doesn't want them interrupting your first date

He wants everything to be perfect and having other 9 crackheads around doesn't make it perfect

You were a bit worried about going to a brand new restaurant, having no idea if it would have good food or not

You both struggle a bit on deciding what you would order, both of you wanting to eat completely different things

Though he ends up giving in and ordering what you wanted just because he wanted to share the dinner with you and have a good excuse to feed you like in movies

You were having a great time together, laughing at random stories he told you about the boys and random stories you told him about your school years

But suddenly a familiar loud voice changed Donghyun's face expressions

You guys don't know how but Jangjun passed by the restaurant and saw you

"Did he put a gps on my phone or something?"

Joochan

To be honest, I love this date

You were a Youtuber or simply liked to film random videos about what you did every day

Joochan loving to see you doing whatever that made you happy, just because he was able to admire your happiness

A day off for both of you after ages, making the perfect excuse to have your first date

Doesn't it sound great?

He wanted it to be very simple, like Jibeom, just wanting to feel each other's presence while walking around some park or just the beautiful streets of the city

You wanted to film some parts of the date, just so you could have image evidence of the beautiful memory that date would leave in your brains

Defintely will offer himself for being the cameraman, wanting to take different shoots of you just enjoying the day

Will be a bit hesitant when you ask him to appear on the video as well

But will end up giving in after you asked him a few times

The boi can't say no to you 🤧

Will definitely treat you some ice-cream or street food you could find around the place you were visiting right then

And just like Sungyoon and Donghyun, would want to feed you

The only difference was that Sungyoon and Donghyun actually fed you like normal people do and this kid put some ice-cream on your nose and cheeks to lick it clean right after making you extremely annoyed

"Come on, I'm your boyfriend now! How can you say me licking your face is disgusting??"

Bomin

ROOFTOP DATES

Would prefer if they were at evening so you two could watch the sunset

Really romantic in the very beginning

The boy has even gone to the nearest convenience store to buy some of your favorite drinks

Will LOVE to see you enjoying your drink and will love it even more if you let him know you loved the company you had

A bit bratty in the beginning but will get soft when you get bratty as well

A little bit shy whenever you compliment him and he compliments you back

You find really cute the way his ears turn red even tohugh he denies being shy 🤧

A giant baby that needs to be protected

If the roof was the company building roof, he would lock the door so nobody could interrupt you

And will probably get scolded by Daeyeol right after the date for locking you two in there without asking for permission to the manager

He just nods and ignores the leader words though

"Just ignore him, he's just jealous he doesn't have someone as amazing as you."

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other groups

GOLDEN CHILD

baby you are | joochan fluff

day dream | bomin fluff, suggestive

milky way | youngtaek fluff, angst

SOLOISTS

cigarette | woodz fluff, angst

#golden child #gncd #golcha #golcha imagines #golcha smut #golcha scenarios #woodz #x1 seungyoun #kpop au #kpop masterlist

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sytco · 3 years

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common blessings [joochan]

pairing: childhood friend!hong joochan x reader

word count: 3.5k (!)

requested: "toothrotting fluff ft. joochan"

dedicated to @sahiflowers.

a/n: im SO SO sorry this took so long and i hope u like it even a little and that it makes u smile thank u for being so patient ily!! ily!!! reminder im always here for u!!

In which you find that time is meaningless when Joochan is not by your side.

wonderboy.

Sometimes, you speculate whether Joochan has some kind of genius for finding you as soon as the school bell rings, signalling the end of another day.

Today, he surprises you behind the auditorium where you lean against a maple tree, hugging your bag to your chest, because you’ve skipped your last period (Introduction to Psychology) in favor of lying on the grass so you can watch the clouds in peace. And Joochan smiles a fond, fond smile because you have that look on your face again that you only get when you’re lost in thought.

“Missed me?”

You tense from shock before relaxing at the sight of your boyfriend who widens his arms so you can walk right into them.

“How’d you find me?” Your voice is muffled in the fabric of his vest and Joochan reaches up so he can play with the back of your collar.

“Just had a little hunch you might be here.” And this is the answer he always gives, accompanied with the same smug smile each time.

You pout even if Joochan can’t see it. “That doesn’t explain anything.”

“Well now,” he says in an affected voice that sounds like the narrator from that National Geographic documentary on penguins the two of you watched last week, “I can’t afford to have you getting your hands on all my secrets, can I? I’ve got to keep some things to myself so that in ten year's time, you’ll still think I’m the most amazing and magical boy in the universe.”

It’s ridiculous, you think, how it’s nearly winter but the way you can feel the laughter that starts in his chest and electrifies you to your fingertips is more than capable of keeping you warm and making you feel like you’re really alive.

“Doesn’t matter if I find out all your secrets or not,” you mumble, “you’ll always be the most amazing and magical boy in the universe to me.”

From the courtyard around the corner, you can hear Jaehyun shouting a loud “Oi Joochan!”.

Joochan ignores him and instead casually pecks your cheek with a kiss that feels like a blessing. “Always?”

You tilt your head as though unsure. "Well… for at least fifty years, probably.”

“Fifty?!” Joochan echoes in mock outrage, and you playfully poke his side to which he flinches slightly.

“I was lying. I meant for all of time ever.”

And despite him doing his best to hide it, your boyfriend melts instantly, burying his face in the crook of your neck where he’s probably smiling his brilliant smile that feels like the sun against your skin.

Jaehyun’s voice interrupts the peace and quiet once again with a noticeably louder and more panicked tone.

“Hong Joochan! We’re going to be late for soccer practice!”

Joochan groans exaggeratedly and you can’t help but giggle at his theatrics. “Wish I didn’t have to go to stupid practice,” he grumbles.

“You know, I’ll wait for you in the library until you’re done,” you offer and Joochan perks up - if only slightly because your arms still feel like heaven after years of loving you, and two hours of kicking a ball around (while Donghyun and Jibeom brainstorm inventive ways to trip each other up, much to Coach Lee’s chagrin) just can’t compete. He tells you as much in the way his arms tighten around you.

“You’re the best,” Joochan declares suddenly, “I might be the most amazing and magical boy in the universe, but you’re the best.”

You snort. “Go to practice already before Jaehyun starts going spare, wonderboy.”

Joochan kisses your forehead one last time before he detaches himself from you with a dejected sigh and picks up your bag, slinging it over his shoulder despite your protests. “Walk with me to the oval?”

You slip your hand into his hand only to find it a perfect fit and wonder briefly if there is anywhere in this world you would not walk to with Hong Joochan, the boy who has a smile like sunlight and a personality like a billion shooting stars.

“Of course.”

fm.

There is the occasional moment in which you wish that your boyfriend wasn’t so exceedingly talented in nearly every field he tries his hand at, because the various extracurriculars that Joochan (being the naturally energetic and enthusiastic person he is) involves himself with have an awful way of making tremendous demands on his time towards the end of the semester.

Right now is one of those moments when Joochan trudges into your room and dives face first onto your bed without even bothering to shake his coat off. “So what was it today?” you ask in a voice that betrays your concern and Joochan can’t help but smile at it.

“Theatre rehearsal,” he yawns, “then string quartet practice. Also an hour of soccer drills with some of the boys. Even though it’s a Saturday.”

You get up from your chair at the desk so you can sit on the bed where Joochan immediately moves his head onto your lap, lifting your hand and resting it on his hair. You absentmindedly start stroking it, staring out the window at a soft grey sky.

“Did you eat?”

Joochan shakes his head. “No time. My dumb E string broke again so I barely managed to have half an apple before we went straight into a new Mozart piece today. Think we might perform it at the next concert. You’d come, right?” And he asks that in a self-assured tone, because he already knows what your answer is going to be.

You give it to him anyway because there’s no point in hiding your blatant admiration for all that he does. “No matter what.”

“And just to see me, right?”

You fake a pause that has Joochan peering up at you suspiciously.

“You do know I have friends who aren’t you that are participating in the concert, right? Like Jangjun and Sungyoon?”

Joochan scowls. “But none of those hooligans are your boyfriend, who - in case you forgot but I do know you’d never - is me.”

“That’s quite true,” you concede before leaning down to kiss his cheek with a smile that makes Joochan’s stomach fill with butterflies which are probably colored pink and green and blue. It never gets old, he thinks: your talent for turning his world upside down in a look or a word or an action. And you don’t even know you’re doing it most of the time.

“Mean,” he accuses but in a half-hearted manner and your smile only widens because you know that Joochan is supremely happy despite his exhaustion, if the way his brow has smoothed completely and he has started drawing little stars on your knee is anything to go by.

There’s a gentle lull in the conversation while you continue to run your fingers through Joochan’s hair, and especially his fringe. It’s almost as though time has passed you by, leaving you together in your own little reality where things like hazy futures and big concerts and broken violin strings do not dare draw near.

“Wanna order something later on for dinner?” you ask quietly.

“Maybe,” he grins through closed eyes, “but nap first.”

Your radio continues to run, and you drift in and out of listening to the DJ duo while watching the rain finally fall outside.

“It’s been pretty cold recently, hasn’t it?” one of the DJs opens the conversation after a small stream of ads.

“Sure has, pal. And speaking of the cold, apparently our first snow of the season is scheduled for next week Friday!”

“So do you have any plans lined up with a special someone?”

“Just had to remind me of how single I am, didn’t you”- rambunctious peals of laughter crackle from the speakers - “but maybe some of our lovely listeners will send in their plans for next Friday.”

“I sure did - and wow, they’re already pouring in! Do you wanna read one out?”

“Let’s see… Listener ha_miii_ran says: ‘I’m planning on confessing to my crush of two years. I’m pretty nervous about this so I’m hoping the two of you will wish me luck!’ All the best of luck to you, Ha Miran-nim, from the both of us. I don’t know how you’re planning on it, but hopefully the first snow will act as a good luck charm for you!”

“Yeah, good luck Ha Miran-nim!” the other DJ chimes in. “Be sure to update us on how it goes!”

“Well, we’ll be back with some more stories after this excerpt from a famous piano concerto - maybe some of our more classically-inclined audience will recognise its globally renowned composer.”

A beautiful melody begins to play and you’re on the cusp of losing yourself in the music when you are most abruptly interrupted by a sleepy, but decisive, “Gershwin.”

You blink down at Joochan. “What?”

“It’s Gershwin. The composer. Don't you think your boyfriend's clever for knowing that?"

“I thought my boyfriend was asleep, actually,” and you narrow your eyes.

“I was,” Joochan protests, “I only woke up when they were talking about the snow or something. And then they talked about that person who’s confessing to their crush of two years - got me thinking about how I can relate because I vividly remember having a crush on you for at least three before I could muster up the courage to confess. Which ended up working out for the best, you know,” he adds in a thoughtful tone, “but sometimes I’d get so nervous just thinking about it that I couldn’t sleep at all. Anyways, I’m really hungry now, so can we order something soon please?”

Maybe it’s the way he so nonchalantly wears his heart for you on his sleeve, or maybe it’s the way he looks at you as though you have strung the Milky Way itself together and made a gift of it to him. Maybe it’s the way you simply realize that you might not be able to live with yourself if you were to lose your boyfriend, ever. But for whatever reason it is, a thousand smiles bloom in your heart and you lean down to give Joochan a kiss that hopefully tastes like everything you cannot possibly put into words.

“Anything you want,” you whisper, and Joochan draws a heart on your knee in response.

enchanted.

You’re outside the auditorium again but in front of it, this time, and not behind. The post-concert hubbub has died down, mostly owing to the fact that much of the audience has left already whether it’s to a late congratulatory supper or down to the boardwalk where fireworks are scheduled to go off at midnight. The bouquet of lily of the valleys in your hand trembles slightly as you use your other hand to fumble around for your ringing phone.

“Hello?”

“You’re waiting outside, right?” Joochan asks.

“Yeah, I am.”

“See, Donghyun, I told you I was right about - wait. Wait! Don't move!”

And then you have less than two seconds to process exactly what is happening before your boyfriend catches you up in a running embrace that sends the world spinning in a flurry of snow and stars and kisses that Joochan plants all over your cheeks. He remains blissfully unaware that somewhere in the vicinity, Donghyun has started making gagging sounds at your very public display of affection, punctuated by Jaehyun’s giggling. (You pay them no mind.)

“Did you enjoy the concert?” he asks, fond expectation twinkling in his eyes.

You nod too much. “You were incredible,” you tell him honestly, and Joochan beams.

“I was, wasn’t I?” he says in a satisfied voice as he pulls you closer. “Guess all those hours of practice paid off.”

“It’s almost like that’s the whole point of practicing,” you tease.

“It’s lucky you’re cute and I’m hopelessly in love with you,” Joochan crinkles his nose in contrived distaste for your little jab before hugging you again so he can hear you whisper just how proud you are of him, right into his ear.

And the two of you stay like that for a little before you remember the gift you brought with you.

“For me?” And the look in his eyes reminds you of how he looked at you when you first told him that you loved him too - or maybe of every time you’ve told him that you love him too.

“Who else?”

He snaps up the bouquet, pressing it against his nose and inhaling deeply with a smile. "This is a nice surprise."

"They mean 'return to happiness'," you say, gently touching a little white bloom that looks like a star against the backdrop of Joochan's black school blazer. "Thought it was cute. And the florist was sold out of roses anyway."

Joochan laughs with the warmth of a thousand sunbeams and puts your hand in his so he can start gently tugging you away.

“But your violin”- you begin protesting.

“But nothing,” he shushes you as the school gets smaller and smaller behind you in the distance. “I don’t even want to see that thing for a week. Hey, and guess what - I found a secret place for just you and me so we can watch the fireworks without being pressed up against everyone else like sardines in a tin can.”

“You and I are going to watch the fireworks?” you echo, surprise colouring your voice.

Joochan’s exhale turns into a giggle. “Who else?” And you dig an elbow into his side, hiding a smile at his antics.

The two of you stroll down quiet streets and you lean into your boyfriend’s comforting warmth. Most shops are closed with the exception of some fast food chains and convenience stores, but you notice almost none of them now as Joochan picks up the pace, his excitement bleeding into the quiet song he sings that floats up in the air and is lost somewhere in the stars above.

“Here we are,” says Joochan proudly and he helps you up into the little gazebo at the top of the hill you hadn’t realized you were climbing. “Take this,” he adds as he tosses you a torch that brightly illuminates the space you’re in as soon as you switch it on. You turn to the rustling sounds on your left, finally seeing the wooden bench that Joochan is busy spreading a rug over.

“You planned this beforehand?” And there’s a note of wonder in your voice - the same kind that only Joochan ever seems to be able to evoke. “I thought we were going straight home.”

He gestures for you to sit next to him with a charming smile and you do so immediately. “Told you I can’t give up all the secrecy. Not yet.” Or, he thinks privately to himself, not when you look at him like that.

The golden light from the torch casts long shadows over the grass and gives Joochan’s face a nearly ethereal glow that reminds you of summer sunsets despite the cold. You slip into a soft and easy silence - one that comes from memories built upon memories, resulting in a code made up of gazes and touch that only the two of you will ever understand. And so when he squeezes your hand gently, you instantly open your arms for him to sink right into.

There’s only a few minutes left until midnight when you finally speak.

“Joochan,” you murmur.

“Mm?”

“You ever think about where we’ll be this time next year?”

Joochan shifts his posture slightly. “Often, actually. Especially when I go to sleep at night and think about tomorrow - then I’ll wonder if it’ll even remotely go the way I want it to.”

“And how do you usually want it to go?” you ask.

“Someone has a lot of questions today,” Joochan remarks with a droll look on his face that makes you laugh briefly before his expression sobers. “But usually I want it to go safely. You know? Everything in its proper place and things like that. And more importantly, I want to know all the time that I’ll be able to see you.”

You’re silent for a moment, looking out over the view of the city. If you squint, you can just make out the boardwalk by the beach and the crowds of people who have gathered there, young and old alike. “I’m scared sometimes.”

Joochan frowns. “Scared of what? I’ll fight it off for you,” and he waves a threatening fist at nothing in particular.

“The future, I guess. It sounds silly but… sometimes I don’t know if we’ll always be okay. Like this, the way things are right now. Whether it’s tomorrow or next year or even after that.” Your voice fades in volume until it’s nearly lost against the threads of your scarf, and Joochan’s heart breaks a little when he hears it: the genuine uncertainty and timid fear that seeps past the smile you give him in an effort to hide it.

“Why do you think we might not be okay?”

You look down at your feet, almost embarrassed by your own honesty. “Well, people… change, Joo. They move places, and have goals to achieve and dreams to chase down. And we’re not immune to that either.”

It’s Joochan’s turn to be silent for a bit as he mulls over your words before he straightens in your hold, turning his face towards you so he can affectionately bump his nose against yours. “You’re right,” he says in a voice that mirrors your sadness, “and it would be a lie to say I don’t think about the same things you do. But”- and he leans in to give you a quick kiss that’s shaped like a smile - “it’d also be a lie to say that every dream doesn’t feature you in it. Because every dream of mine that I’ve ever had places you centre stage.”

He kisses you again, a little longer - a little more wistfully.

“You see, the real problem here is that you have me perpetually thinking that I can’t do any of this without you,” he says simply. “Whether it’s late night phone calls or early morning messages; or maybe we’ll find ourselves having to book flights for each other, holding bags full of gifts that remind us of us. And maybe it’ll be hard and maybe I’ll wake up some days, knowing I won’t be able to see you. But that doesn’t mean we won’t be okay.”

You swallow and Joochan watches you carefully, the urgency in his eyes prompting him to lift your chin so you can see it too.

“Even if we change,” he continues in a whisper, hoping you will understand the heart in his words. “And we should. And we will, and we’ll still be okay. You believe me, don’t you? Seeing as I’m the most amazing and magical boy in the universe?”

Somewhere, midnight comes and goes and the fireworks start, dousing you and Joochan in bursts of coloured light.

“Of course I do,” you smile with eyes that glitter with tears of relief and he pulls you into a tight hug, so tight you can feel every movement of his rib cage as he breathes in and out.

For once, you do not feel that fear deep down that threatens to taint your time with the only boy you think you cannot live without. And so you unreservedly hold him in return, fingers running through his hair as he tells you that he loves you, over and over again.

up, up and away.

There had been a time during your childhood when your one greatest wish had been to go see the stars.

So your friend Joochan, in all his clumsy sincerity, had done his best to make you a rocket out of a box he’d found at home. He’d then brought it to your house after he’d finished it, blue marker staining his fingertips and glitter shaped like stars lost in his thick fringe.

The two of you had sat in it together and looked up at the moon, holding hands from childish innocence and recounting thrilling tales of adventures you’d never had. And before having to go home to bed that day, he’d made you a promise that present-day Joochan complains about not being able to fulfill.

“I know I said I’d take you to the stars,” Joochan sighs in displeasure from where he lies on your bed, right next to you, “but while your boyfriend is exceptionally talented, you do know I’m no astronaut, right?”

You hold his hand in response and look into his eyes that sparkle with mirth and deeper in, shine with a love that always gives you peace.

It may be that Joochan will never be able to keep his promise of taking you to space in a real, functioning rocket. But, as you drop a kiss on his mouth that soon widens into a brilliant smile, you can’t find it in yourself to really care.

After all, it’s hard to miss the stars when for you, they all start with Joochan and end with him.

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